Tuesday, March 25, 2008

One.

Baby,
if only I wasn't
a savage again
maybe we could make it.
[but I'm insane
I'm insane]

I mean
if only the drums
didn't beat so
fucking
loud
inside me
even when
no one
else
can
hear
them.


If only I didn't
feel
that fire
spitting
sparks
three
eyes in the dark
I can feel them
on me baby
even when you
and I are
content
in the garden
by the trees
under the rain
I mean
I'm still burning
baby
I'm burning
again
if only things were
different
and by that
I mean
the same

if things were different
baby
for me
not you
if things were different
and I could just do
what you ask
and what
they've always
wanted me to,
well then
maybe
baby
I'd be
in the garden
with you.

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